"The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone."

“Holy, Holy, Holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee: Holy, Holy, Holy! Merciful and Mighty! God in Three Persons, Blessed Trinity.”

“Eternity has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in the sepulchre of ages, but time writes no wrinkles on the brow of Eternity.”

“Then on! then on! where duty leads, My course be onward still.”

“What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile.”

“Thou art gone to the grave; but we will not deplore thee, Though sorrows and darkness encompass the tomb.”

“I see them on their winding way, About their ranks the moonbeams play.”